Arnolf Blackwood himself sat with 2 of his sons, deciding on how to attack the Bracken troops in the town. Behind them stood the small army of professional soldiers he had brought to battle, their shining pikes gleaming in the sun. The small town of Ravensborough had been contested for years, and they went from Blackwood to Bracken on a yearly basis - but enough was enough. Now was the time to show Bracken what he was made of. He'd give him a good pasting here, and then he'd burn Stone Hedge to the ground. Who'd be laughing then?




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